Page 218 of Hateful Games

“Yes.”

“Drinking off of you will make my first sip special,” he huskily says. Fisting my hair, he gently tips my head back and kisses me. “I’ll only ever drink if it’s mixed with your flavor. My own cocktail.”

“What if you become addicted?”

“I already am.” Kissing me again, he makes me stand. Grabbing the tequila bottle and the saltshaker, he kneels at my feet and throws my left leg over his wide shoulders. My gaze widens, realizing which part of me he’s chosen to drink off. With a dirty grin, he says, “Can’t let your sweet cum go to waste, Rose. Someone has to clean your pink pussy.”

I blush bright red.

He’s a dirty fucking deviant.

His eyes darken in hunger as he sprinkles the salt on my inner thigh. “Spread your lips for me. Let me peek at your tiny clit.”

Jesus Christ.

Am I seriously letting him do this?

Grabbing his hair lightly, I bring my other hand to my pussy and spread myself open. As shameless as him, I seductively purr, “Don’t miss a single drop, Nova. Lick me clean.”

“Dirty slut.”

“Your dirty slut, Nova.”

Possessiveness flares. Our eyes locked, he leans forward. His tongue peeking out erotically as he licks the line of salt to my exposed pussy. Tipping the bottle with his other hand near my lower abs, he slowly lets the liquid trickle straight into his open mouth.

I shiver at the coldness and the hot contrast of his tongue, licking over my entrance to my clit.

“Fuck, Rose,” he groans.

I’m held mesmerized. As he drinks off of my pussy again and again. Shoving aside the bottle, he eats my pussy in earnest. A starving beast.

I come again as powerfully as before.

Once I float down to earth, still high, I snatch the bottle from his hand and push him back. “My turn.”

His glistening mouth tilts into a daring smirk. “You want to drink off my cock, Rose?”

“Yes, please.”

Rising to his imposing height, he unbuttons his jeans and unzips. “On your knees.”

He takes the bottle from my hand as I fall to the floor, uncaring how desperate I look. He sure as heck doesn’t mind, judging by the lust swarming his features. His pierced cock fills my vision and I wrap both my fists around his girth.

“Put the tip on your tongue. Let me watch that mouth swallow every sip.”

I open my mouth wide, resting the tip of his cock in my mouth like he commanded. Holding me still with a hand in my hair, he slowly pours the burning alcohol down his shaft. I let it fill my mouth before swallowing it down.

“Again,” grunts Nova.

I make a mess this time, letting some of it drip toward my breasts. With an animalistic growl, he wrenches me to my feet and licks off the droplets. Sucking on my lips, he bites them before pulling me flush against him.

My naked body against his clothed one.

Kissing me harshly, he doesn’t let me go.

“Next time you have me chasing you halfway across the world, it’ll be your ass I’ll fuck to discipline you.” Tipping my head back with his fingers around my throat, he threatens, “No lube.”

Chapter Fifty-six

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